Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, or Dragon Ball GT. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance of actual persons is of pure coincidence.

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AN= author's note

QAN= quick author's note

Bardock Reborn

Background: Ryanna is a human that has lived at Capsule Corps since the reincarnation of Buu. Since she has been an assistant of Bulma Briefs she has figured out the secret of the Saiyans, and the mysteries of the Cell games and the Z fighters past. What she doesn't know is that she would become more involved than she originally planned.

Chapter 9: Pushing Limitations

This was insanity, and she knew it. It wasn't often she thought with her feelings, let alone acted them out. She knew feelings messed with logic, and logic was the best way to get cold hard facts, with mathematics, sciences, and other brain teasers. However, if there was one thing she had learned about the Saiyan race is that their bodies and minds rarely, if at all, thought logically. They fought, deduced, and created plans purely out of heart, and soul.

The super Saiyan transformation itself was a state of mind. It was when the Saiyans lost all stability of thought and simply felt. They felt pain, anguish, sadness, betrayal, frustration, and fear! All of it built up and overwhelmed the body, and as a result their powers increased and their bodies went into overdrive.

That's the way she explained it to Bardock, and captured his attention.

"So how exactly do you know all this?"

"I can't tell you that. It's a secret. If I revealed all my information to just anyone it wouldn't be keen information. I choose to tell you, because I trust you Bardock."

That god him right in the chest. The only people he had ever trusted, and returned the trust, had been the members of his team. They trusted each other to pull their own weight, to watch each other's backs, and to get the job done. Now he was putting his own trust into a woman he barely knew, but felt this unbreakable connection to. In his mind and his gut he knew he could.

"Whatever, but you can't hide your secrets forever."

You're right. When I die, I'll tell you." She winks. "Because then it serves me no purpose." He managed a grin.

"Let's start then."

Okay, Super Saiyan form is a combination of a lost state of mind, and the increase of power inside your body. You could push your body to the limits of power, and never get any further without that little switch in your mind."

"Why?"

"Think of it like a game. You can't get to the next level without finding the key that unlocks the second." At his still confused face she blushes and tries to put it in Saiyan language. " Hmmm, or okay how about this. You're companions are locked up in Freiza's dungeon, you manage to get out of your own cell and start beating up the guards, but soon you become overwhelmed and can't defeat them on your own. So you release Tora, and with him are able to take down more guards than you could alone."

"So in other words I can't reach a new level a power without that extra boost to push me over the edge."

"Exactly!"

"Sounds complicated."

"Not really, you just have to each into your feelings and… oh wait look who I'm talking to." She laughs making him snarl in response. "Okay okay don't get your spandex in a twist." Ryanna pat his shoulder. "I'll help you. Now then, you definitely have the power Bardock, but you need the release. So let's try some exercise of the mind and help weaken those mental barriers of yours."

"Mental barriers?"

"Yes," she sits on the ground and pats the spot across from her. "Come, sit." She watched him hesitate, giving her that cold calculated stare that he probably gave to all his enemies before attacking head on. She welcomed him to her with a smile and with a grunt he reluctantly took a seat in front of her. She held out her hands, palms out. In pure curiosity as a teenager she had dabbled in the art of mind, and soul searching (a practice normally done by those of Wicca religion.) "Place your hands on mine and calm yourself."

He placed his hands over hers, but he doubted he could keep cool and collected when those wide doe eyes of hers bore into him like a couple of lasers. His hands tensed when she stroked his palms with her finger tips. His breath came out in a sudden heavy sigh and he watched as the fingertips continued to gently caress and stroke over the calloused skin of his palm. He eased closing his eyes and enjoying the sensation. He heard her speak, but could quite make out the words she spoke.

"Bardock…" She whispered to him again. "I need you to think of something very important to you. A person, place, an item, anything that holds true sentimental value to you."

He heard her this time, but he didn't know what to think about. She clogged his senses, invaded his every thought and in his mind he imagined her underneath him as he ravaged her. Her skin slick and smooth on his palms, her taste on his tongue and her scent in his nostrils. Those doe eyes of hers wide with pleasure and her lips parted as she cried out his name.

"That important thing of yours was just taken away, snatched right from under you, by Frieza."

His breath hitched as his image changed her body yanked, and her heat slipping from his grasp. In his mind he called out to her but her body was clutched in Frieza's arms. She was powerless against the tyrant his cold hands sliding across the skin he had just made flush. He grit his teeth and attacked.

"You can't fight him, he's too strong, you're left powerless and that precious thing is clutched tightly in his hands and destroyed."

No! He mentally screamed watching as her neck was snapped and Frieza's hand pierced straight through her heart still clutching it as it beat, the blood spilling at his feet. He lost it.

"NO!" Bardock screamed and Ryanna jumped back as his aura swirled to live flickering gold. Bardock's eyes snapping white and blind.

Frieza spoke with King Vegeta, their usual conversation on his planet delivery drawl and routine by now. The scouter on his face bleeped and the saliva on his tongue went dry as he caught a glimpse of the numbers on his screen. "What is this?"

"What is it my lord?"

As quick as it appeared the numbers disappeared. Frieza tapped his scouter frowning. "A number just popped onto my screen reading at over 100,000."

"Impossible, my elites don't have a power level any higher than 15,000. My son is the best, and his power level is only at 20,000."

"It was probably just a glitch, or a reading of combined strength." Still it bothered him. If the elites together were to gain a power level that high it could pose a huge threat. He would have to keep a closer eye on these Saiyan warriors. "Let's continue shall we?"

Ryanna held a limp Bardock against her breast stroking his damp face. She had seen it, a glimpse of what could be pulled from the surface. It was dangerous to train here though. It was only after her own scouter exploded that she realized it. If she were to continue training Bardock she would have to come up with some sort of ki shield to protect them from the scouters pick up, otherwise anyone could find them.

"Bardock?" She tapped his cheek. His breath was soft on her neck and she felt a deep warmth spill over her body. She brushed from hair from his face. He looked far more peaceful, and friendly when he slept. A smile slipped on her lips and she leaned in giving a peck to his forehead. "I think that's enough for today."

Bardock awoke later, comfortable and at ease in his own bed. As if searching for warmth he stretched out his arm. He felt the body next to him and he jolted awake. He looked and found Ryanna kneeled at his bedside asleep her head by his thigh and her hair spilling onto her face.

A twist in his chest had him rubbing his heart. What was this he was feeling? He had never felt so… torn. "Angel." He said the nick name with a sweetness. He pulled her up. She stirred. but didn't wake as he slid her under him and slipped off the armor. His hands meld across her stomach, the spandex material molded to her like a second skin.

She moaned and his control snapped. His mouth sought hers and she responded. Their lips and tongues danced sliding silkily across each other. He pressed his body down her breath coming in a soft whoosh at the feel of his weight. His hands tugged down the straps of her sleeves, and she awoke gasping. Her hands grabbed his and her eyes flew up to his face. He actually trembled. He would panic hard if she fought him now.

"Angel," he repeated and her hands softened on his.

"Bardock, what about-"

"She's nothing," he said quickly. "It doesn't matter how many spawn she gives me. You're the only one who makes me lose control." In a sign of weakness he placed her hand on his heart and she felt it skipping under his breastplate. "I can't think straight, I can't breath right, and everything about you both irritates and arouses me."

"This is just wrong," she whispers but arched when his hands continued to undress her.

"No, Angel." He whispers brushing his lips against her. "It's just right." When he pressed his lips firmer she kissed him back, letting herself enjoy the taste of a true Saiyan male. Her body had never felt so hot, so nimble, and so wanted.

They made love, right there in his bed, their limbs intertwined in his stiff sheets and their scents mixing in the air around them. Bardock's lips danced around her neck before his teeth sank in biting her firmly. She cried out in pain and pleasure her eyes going blind a moment and her teeth returning the favor.

Bardock was in a sea of contentment. His vision from before came to mind, and he shivered. She was right here, right under him. He wouldn't let Frieza have her. He would protect her always, even at the cost of his own life.

"You're mine now, Angel." He licked his mark and rested her in the crook of his arm and held her protectively. "Remember that."

Uh-oh! Spaghetti-Os. LOL Sorry It's been awhile, but I wanted this chapter to be hot but not over the top. Hope you liked it and don't give up on me yet. There's more to come!

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